Ephesians 6:12 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the Spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
“Three Days of Transformation”
Any student of the Bible, whether daily or sporadic, knows the story of “Jonah and the Big Fish”. Just to briefly explain to those who don’t know: God sent Jonah on a mission to Nineveh, but Jonah was bullheaded and chose not to go there. BIG MISTAKE!!!!
(Learning point: If God has a mission to complete then He will do whatever it takes to complete the mission.) Anyway, it took 3 days in the belly of a big fish for the mind of Jonah to be changed with regard to
"Mission Nineveh". Something clicked in Jonah’s mind during that 3 day time period that allowed him to understand exactly what God had been trying to teach him. Jonah
“became transformed in the Spirit of his mind” and volitionally pressed on with
"Mission Nineveh".To the disciples Jesus Christ was the greatest teacher that had ever lived. They even “hoped” that He was the Messiah that Israel had been awaiting for so long. But it took a transformation process of 3 days before they truly understood what Jesus had been trying to teach them. Only after Jesus spent 3 days in the grave and was resurrected to life were all of the disciples
“transformed in Spirit of their minds” and volitionally pressed on with the mission of proclaiming the Gospel message.
The past 3 days has been a transformation process in my life. God was trying to teach me something that I obviously had repeatedly refused to learn. After 3 days, I have been
“transformed in the Spirit of my mind” and can volitionally press on with the ministries that God has for my family and I.
If you are still with me up to this point, then please stick with me. I promise not to take up too much more of your time. Friday, April 8th 2005 started out like any other day in any other week of my life, but didn’t end until Sunday. This has been the longest Friday of my life. A friend of mine, who I will call
Jane Doe, was in need of my help. Her husband,
John Doe, was at the end of his rope and was ready to end his life.
Jane Doe asked me to get involved in order to help him. I was reluctant to get involved, but while on a trip to “Dicks Sporting Goods” I received a call on my cell phone from
Jon Doe. I used what little training I have in suicide prevention in order to
“talk him down”, and eventually,after hours on the phone, he agreed to meet me back at his house for more conversation. I called back to my house and talked to
Jane Doe informing her of the details before driving to her house to meet
Jon Doe.
(By the way, once this point is reached in the process of preventing suicide, it becomes my job to make a “safe plan” for the individual until professional help can be accessed.) Who would have ever known that the
“safe plan” agreed upon by
Jon Doe and myself would not be accepted by his wife
Jane Doe.
(The one that asked for my help in the first place.) I felt it was my responsibility to passionately, very passionately, remind her
“It was my way or the Highway!!!!” Needless to say, she took the highway. Now
Jane Doe has split the scene, my safe plan is shot, and I still have the responsibility of
Jon Doe’s stability throughout the night. I spent the night with
Jon Doe, and a Chaplain was scheduled for a meeting with
Jane and
Jon on the following day. Saturday, I see them both and
Jane will not speak to me, will not look at me, and wants nothing to do with me. All of a sudden the guy
(me) who was asked to help, has now become the enemy. I felt like I had won the battle over suicide on the day before and if I lose my friendship with
Jane in the process, then it would be worth it. Big Mistake!!! I told Heather that I would still love
Jane, and befriend her, but
“I am not the bad guy here, she is!!!!” I spent the rest of the afternoon watching mixed martial arts fighting on television.
(6 hours worth)The next morning at church,
Jane was there but did not sit with us. She even snuck out a back door so that she wouldn’t have to deal with me. I made up my mind that I was going to let her know exactly what I thought of her attitude, that she was completely wrong, and of course, I was in the right. Remember, I was just victorious in the suicide prevention arena two days ago. My attitude was wrong, but I felt justified.
I deceived myself!!!!Now let me tell you what really happened. I was led by the Spirit in every word that I used with
Jon Doe during the crisis of suicide. But when
Jane Doe did not agree with me, “the expert”
(that’s a laugh), I released the
“Old Man” and every word that I used when speaking with
Jane Doe was from the flesh. Jane has always listened to my advice, teaching, and encouragement because she is drawn to
“Christ in me”, not me. When she saw the “flesh” she didn’t recognize that person and she fled. Needless to say I made a BIG MISTAKE!!! And I blamed everyone but myself. That brings me to our verse in Ephesians.
Ephesians 6:12 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the Spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
When I operate in the power of the flesh and place blame for my problems on flesh and blood
(people), then I no longer fight a Spiritual battle but a flesh on flesh battle. I mentioned earlier that I watched numerous hours of mixed martial arts
(bare knuckle fighting) on Saturday.
(By the way, when we will not listen to God through His word then He will use any means necessary in order to get His point across to us, whether it be in the tummy of a big fish or through watching 6 hours of fighting on television. I prefer the latter, no doubt.) God not only taught me about my situation, but also taught me
Ephesians 6:12 through watching
The Ultimate Fighting Championships. I sat and watched with great awe and respect as the two highly trained, highly disciplined, martial arts fighters beat the snot out of each other in an octagon ring for 3 five-minute rounds. At the end of the match there was always a winner and a loser. But the more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that even though one guy won, he was still bleeding, bruised, scarred, sore, and needed medical attention. The loser was in the same condition, but a little worse. On top of that, he was shamed, humiliated, depressed, and also in need of medical attention. Anytime we make the
“warfare” about flesh and blood, nobody really ever wins. When we go flesh verses flesh, there is always bleeding, bruising, scarring, pain, humiliation, shame, and everyone involved is in need of healing. The only ones who are victorious in a flesh-on-flesh battle are Satan and his dark forces of this world. The people involved have to be bandaged up and nursed back to health.
In this verse the word
“struggle” is translated from the Greek word
“pale” which means to grapple, or to wrestle in hand to hand combat. When I went flesh to flesh with
Jane Doe, nobody won. We both felt the pain of a wresting match. Both of us were bleeding, bruised, scarred, and dealing with the pain. Today, after the Holy Spirit revealed to me my self-deception while operating in the Old Man, I sat down, explained, and apologized to
Jane Doe instead of continuing to wound and blame her. I made a mistake and God convicted me by His Living Word, and transformed my thinking through application. As we live our lives in the devil’s world, we have to stay alert to the Spiritual battle that we face everyday. If we turn Spiritual warfare in to fleshly warfare, everyone loses. But if we allow the Word of God to transform us, then we can be victorious by learning from our mistakes. In closing, as an unbeliever I always had to learn the hard way. I made mistakes, suffered the consequences, and learned from the lumps that accumulated on my head. My Spiritual life hasn’t been much different. But I thank God for His grace, His mercy, and His love that allows me to make a mistake, learn from it, and grow out of it. Tonight
Jane and
Jon Doe are working on reconciliation.
Jon is no longer thinking about suicide and is getting counseling.
Jane is not pursuing divorce or separation as hard as she was 3 days ago. Thanks to your prayers, my availability, and God’s marvelous grace, disaster has been turned into hope for the future. I consider it a joy to have gone through the fire this weekend. It will be 3 days that I will never forget and I wouldn’t change them for the world. All glory goes to God for presenting little ole me with the opportunity to take one step closer to Spiritual maturity. Thank you once again for your time and your prayers.
Resting in Him,
Buck
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